Catherine -- with whom I had my first serious relationship -- is in Miami on vacation. We'd spoken about a month ago, though I had no idea she was planning a visit. Much as she loves California, South Florida really is beautiful this time of year. Funny -- right when the rest of the country gears up for winter, Miami and the rest of Florida is gearing up for the most beautiful time of year.
I met her at her hotel in South Beach. After spending some time on the sand, we showered, changed and then drove to Coconut Grove for dinner. For those readers who aren't familiar with Miami, Coconut Grove is on the mainland, about a ten or fifteen minute drive from Downtown Miami.
The Grove, as it's called by locals, is a bohemian village situated on the Biscayne Bay, known for its art galleries, restaurants and popularity among students at the University of Miami. There are a few clubs, but many more bars, ranging from upscale to dive.
Knowing Catherine's tastes, I took her to a French restaurant called Le Bouchon Du Grove. Allow me to give this place my sincerest recommendation. The food was excellent, the French waiters attentive and friendly, and the atmosphere was more New Orleans than stuffy Paris. Here is a link: Le Bouchon Du Grove
As we dined on our meals, she asked me what I'd been up to. I told her I'd tell her when we got back to her hotel. She paused, then insisted I tell her right then and there -- and so I did.
Her face was blank, then white, then red.
The drive back to South Beach was tense. But as we entered her hotel room, we spent the next two hours talking (ha -- but you thought I was going to say something else!) things through. She's still not completely happy with my career of choice, but understands why I'm doing it. I even gave her a little card with my blog address on it.
So Catherine, if you're reading this, you're the first woman I ever loved, and I will care for you forever. My career of choice is no one's "fault", and eventually the time will come when I'll leave it for greener pastures.
That time, however, is yet to arrive.
So with Belle de Jour (aka Dr. Brooke Mangnanti) now officially outed and retired, it looks like I'm one of the few anonymous, high-end, blogging escorts left. Belle's shoes are certainly big ones to fill, but I'll do my best to entertain, enlighten and arouse.
Cheers, everyone. And if you're in Miami, stop by Le Bouchon Du Grove!
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